A man called a friend of his, who was a horse rancher and said that he was sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His friend asked, “How will I recognize him?”
“That’s easy”, the man replied, “He’s a midget with a speech impediment.”
Well, to cut a long story short, the midget arrived at the horse ranch and the owner asked him if he was looking for a male horse or a female horse.
“A female horth” the midget replied.
So, the rancher showed the midget one of his prized fillies.
“Nith lookin horth”, the midget said. “Can I thee her eyeth?”
So the rancher picked up the midget and he gave the horse’s eyes the once over.
“Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth?” the midget asked.
So, the rancher picked the little fella up again and showed him the horse’s ears.
“Nith earzth, can I see her mouf?” the midget requested.
The rancher was getting pretty ticked off by this point, but nevertheless he picked the midget up again and showed him the horse’s mouth.
“Nice mouf, can I see her twat?” the midget asked.
Mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabbed the midget under his arms and rammed his head as far as he couldn up the horse’s fanny. He then pulled him out and slammed him down on the ground
The midget got up, sputtering and coughing.
“Perhapth I should rephrase that”, the midget said. “Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit”.
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